Ethan's car screeched to a halt in front of the rundown warehouse.
The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the crumbling walls and rusted metal doors of the hideout.
Without waiting for the engine to fully stop, Ethan threw the door open and stepped out, his body radiating pure fury.
Cole followed, cracking his knuckles with a smirk. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice low.
"I'm not leaving until every single one of them is on the ground." Ethan replied, his hands fisted at his sides, still stained with Ryan's blood.
"Yes!" Cole let out a small chuckle. "That's what I like to hear."
Without another word, Ethan stormed toward the entrance. He didn't bother knocking. With one powerful kick, the metal door crashed open, slamming against the ground with a loud thud.
Dust and smoke billowed into the air.
Inside, the stench of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and sweat was everywhere.